I am one of the lucky ones.  My father has always been there for me, and he is a large reason I am who I am.  He is the reason I always push my chair in with my meals, I sit up straight,  I have a very strong hand shake, and most importantly, he is the reason why I hold such a strong respect for myself as well as others.  My father always nutured me as a photographer.  When I was thirteen, I received my first SLR, a Minolta X700, and my first flash, a Sunpak (that I still use today).  I vividly remember sitting on the floor of my parent’s bedroom next to the huge maroon leather chair as I opened up my camera and supplies.

Throughout high school, my father and I would take a trip during Spring Break.  After each trip I would hand him between 10 – 15 rolls to develop and he never questioned why I took so many pictures.  Well he may have questioned it, but he always got everything processed for me.  

My father has always supported me in all of my endeavors, even those he never fully understood.

I am a very lucky daughter.

Happy Father’s Day!

My Father & Me (1981)